a lifetime ago (literally last fall), long before this was ever going to become a series, I wanted to write an all too well fic, and for some reason it always made sense in my head to be Chris. I started the google doc for this all the way back in november, and it’s finally, finally finished. as always, @broadstbroskis​ let me break her heart with this first. I hope you guys like it!

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You never expected to fall out of love with Chris. You both thought you were it for each other, saw a future and thought you’d be together forever. Or, at least, that’s what you had thought. You weren’t so sure what Chris thought anymore, not after how things ended. 

Love was a funny thing, you supposed. What was breathtaking, earth-shattering for one person might not be the same for another, and what was heartbreaking for someone could be mundane for someone else. Why did people fall in love? Was it ever going to be worth it, if the best love you’d ever had, the one thing you had felt so sure of, left you feeling hollow and destroyed. 

We’re singing in the car getting lost upstate Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place And I can picture it after all these days

The Rangers had a long weekend late in the season, when it was just barely warm enough to warrant a light jacket and not three layers of sweaters at all times. Chris was itching to get out of New York, and had begged you to take Friday off so you could drive up to his house in Connecticut for a couple days, away from the noise and bustle, the people and their opinions. It honestly hadn’t taken that much to convince you, but, then again, you would do anything that promised a weekend alone with Chris’ cooking and a bottle of wine. 

“C’mon, we’re going for a drive,” Chris said the next morning, swinging his keys around his fingers and dropping a kiss to the top of your head where you were sitting on the couch with your coffee. 

“Where are we going?” you asked, but Chris was already walking towards the front door. You sighed and set your coffee mug down, getting up to follow him. “Where are we going?” you asked again as you slid into the passenger seat of his car.

I changed the order around a little bit because I can

7. “I’m not jealous, I’m just practicing my pout.” 

length: 452 words

It is not a neutral “conflict”. Palestinians don’t have:

an army

police officers littered around the streets fighting off attacking settlers

$3.8B funding from the US

bomb shelters

homes (hello they’re being evicted and bombed?)

immediate access to medical care (settlers are blocking ambulances and throwing grenades)

citizen acknowledgement from the government that supposedly wants to help them

means of defending themselves

the right to properly mourn (a funeral was recently attacked by settlers)

justice

Anyone who chooses to claim neutrality is choosing to claim the side of genocide. Neutral = complicit. The number of Palestinian deaths remains staggering and I promise, the occupying state’s numbers are nothing compared to it. Thousands more deaths and fatalities have occurred to the Palestinian people. When the death toll defers by roughly 9,000, I think it’s safe to say that the situation isn’t neutral.*

I repeat, if you are neutral, you side with genocide.

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As a bonus:

Y’all - this is so important and historic for the sport.

There has NEVER been an forward line composed of black players in the NHL. Of course, this year in the AHL, Akil thomas, Devante Smith-Pelley and Quinton Byfield all played together with the Ontario Reign in the AHL. It was the first black forward line to play ever since THE 40s.

But today, Mathieu Joseph, Daniel Walcott and Gemel Smith made history when they all played together in a forward line composed only by black players.

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